Breeder watched the soft pulse of the Wurm eggs, their soft shell rising and falling like a beating heart, in here her size meant little, surrounded by the gargantuan caecilians that served as foodsource, riding beasts and digging workforce to the newly formed guild, she may have been tiny compared to the other Kobolds, but everything was tiny beside these gentle giants.

With a class which let her feel the needs and desires of other creatures she guided the Wurms to better food sources and improved the viable hatching rate of their offsprings, her black and purple hide made it easy to blend in shadows, but here she was safe, not many Kobolds liked being around other creatures, the go to tactics for the Conclave was Kill them all and let Allen sort them out later.

Snickering at the joke that blew out of proportions she remembered the times before the Conclave, not many of her generation were left around, many have died by nameless Players or some roaming monsters, a few who tried to join wild tribes found themselves on the pointed end of a stick or slaughtered by more Players, finding other Allenites was a boon and a curse, at first they had some safety in numbers, but Allen was never a saint.

Bigger Kobolds bullied the small and tiny members of their groups, a tiny Breeder found her situation was even worse, forced to use her skills and body to please the big brutes in exchange for protection, being a prize to win or share, hating every second of her life, she wanted to believe there was some meaning to all of it, some great plan that she was a vital part of, something the First Allen knew that she didn't.

Here was peace to be found, she could breath in the rhythm of the pulsing eggs, her heart beating with the motion of folding skin as the beasts dug their way through the earth that was made soft by their saliva and extracted precious stones and minerals that were used to form the creature's almost impenetrable skin.

NPC workers were sifting through the pools of goop for the more durable magical ores and gems, adding even more wealth to the unfathomable accounts of what was now an official Guild in the game, with the Warren to serve as their house and almost two hundred alenite Kobolds in the Conclave around the world she was sure this was the culminating point of the plan, the moment they were waiting for was about to come and she survived all the worst this world had to offer just to see it come to life.

Running even before she made the concious decision to do it had her in the main hallway seconds after the alarm sounded, she equipped her armor and sickles and kept running towards the portal room, joining others that were streaming towards the Call to Arms skill activated by a guard.

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With deep breath and raised hands she hopped into the room ready to meet whatever enemy was foolish enough to invade the home her people, seeing the others kneeling made her think of mind magic so she rolled to the side while shouting "mind blast", her teammates spread out in a second only to realize there was no fighting, raising her eyes towards the gate had her mind frozen in shock

Like a spirit from an old movie, flickering with a blue glow, stood unmoving the image of her childhood fantasies, he was supposed to sweep her away into his embrace, telling her she was good, explaining why he hurt her, why he had abandoned her to the bullies.

"Two questions and 47 minutes before he vanishes", she heard Trapper say, Oracle walked into the room then and Breeder's heart sank, she would never get her questions answerd if the bigger Kobolds had their ways, but what was there to do, it was probably some illusion they worked amongst themselves to keep the others pacified, they could make the apparition say anything and the zealots will enforce their word for faith, chalk or marbles because no single Kobold could stand before the unified might of the zealots and the crafting leadership.

Trapper was nice to her once, but even the kindest hearts could be corrupted in the face of fame and glory and no Allenite had the kindest heart to begin with.

The ghostly image started to flicker and stretch, its face contorted in pain and his mouth opened in a scream of silent anguish, Breeder fealt a wave of emotions wash over her and triggering all her empathic skills at once, hunger, rage and lust were burning through her while envy, fear and loathing froze the blood in her veins.

Uncertainty brimmed through the room, emanating from so many it could just as well be all of them, she couldnt hold back any longer and her mind pulsed out through the room meeting something wonderful and unbound she helped it find its tone and the lights seemed to dim for a second before the image of a ghostly dragon took form before them, pushing the crowd back to make enough room for the magnificient creation of their mental father could manifest.

Minutes stretched as the thing looked more corporeal, with every pulse more details could be discerned, scales replaced the glowing aura, black, green, yellow and purple in patterns that seemed to have no beginning or end, eyes glowing red and a gaping mouth full of teeth rose to a single horned snout, crowned by dagger like horns adorning its head and fangs framed its lower jaw like a cage of ivory death.

"Ahhh finally I can speak", the creature said in a deep and booming voice, "quickly bring me players so I can feed on their blood", it looked around the room, "the vampire part of me is famished and controlls the timer".